I had my color touched up recently, THANK GOD! And as much as I’ve been around salons and grew up with a hair stylists for a mom, I learned something I didn’t know. Maybe I knew it but never really thought about it. But that woman or man, standing behind your chair with their hands in your hair? YOU are as much a part of their lives as they are a part of yours.
While Crickett, my hair stylist, therapist, and friend was drying my hair, she leaned down and suggested, “Now there’s something you should write about.”
I looked to see an average couple of average age sitting in the reception area, looking at magazines and wondered what in the world she was talking about. Were they local celebrities? Fugitives? Swingers? All of which would set tongues wagging in a small town.
Even with my hair flying all around my face, Crickett saw my puzzlement and said, “they’re here to say goodbye.” Turns out she’d cut and “fixed” their hair and their children’s hair for seventeen years. She’d seen them through good times and rock hard times, proms for their children and deaths of their loved ones. In short she’d been a part of their lives and they’d been a part of hers. And they were moving and had come to say goodbye.
This couple got the connection that exists, whether you know it or not, between you and your hair stylists. They aren’t just magicians. They are family. The worst thing, according to Crickett and I suspect most hair warriors is when people move away without saying goodbye. Without saying, I’m going to be fine. Without saying thank you and letting that person who has fussed over you and your hair hug your neck.
So now you know about the woman or the man in the mirror who loves your hair and cares about you. And when you have to leave, honor them with a proper goodbye.